Chapter 5 - The Fall of Arthur Mitchell

The next morning, the local headline on the front page of the State Gazette read:
HERO SOLDIER FRAMED: FORMER TOWN TREASURER ARRESTED AFTER DECORATED DAUGHTER RETURNS FROM OVERSEAS.
The story went viral nationwide. News networks picked up the video footage of my father being handcuffed on the lawn while I stood in uniform holding my grandmother’s lockbox.
By Tuesday afternoon, the legal dominoes began falling with terrifying speed.
A forensic audit ordered by the State Prosecutor’s office revealed that my father had not only embezzled three hundred thousand dollars from the historical fund, but he had also taken out three fraudulent mortgages on my grandmother’s house using my forged signature while I was deployed in Iraq.
He had used my identity, my social security number, and my clean credit record to secure over one hundred and fifty thousand dollars in personal loans.
I sat in Christopher Vance’s law office in downtown Baltimore, reviewing the financial audit alongside Detective Marcus.
"This is identity theft, wire fraud, bank fraud, and forgery on a federal scale," Christopher declared, tapping the stack of documents. "Because you were an active-duty service member deployed in a combat zone when these loans were executed, your father violated the Servicemembers Civil Relief Act (SCRA). That turns this into a federal felony offense."
"What happens to the loans?" I asked.
"Every single one of those mortgages will be voided by the banks immediately upon receipt of the federal indictment," Christopher assured me. "Your credit will be fully restored, and the bank will be forced to seek restitution directly from Arthur Mitchell's frozen accounts."
Just then, the phone on Christopher’s desk rang. He put it on speakerphone.
It was the Assistant United States Attorney, prosecutor Karen Ross.
"Mr. Vance, Staff Sergeant Mitchell," Ross’s voice came through clearly. "I am calling to inform you that a federal grand jury has just returned a sixteen-count indictment against Arthur Mitchell. Charges include grand larceny, federal wire fraud, aggravated identity theft of an active service member, and filing a false police report."
"Is bail being set?" Christopher asked.
"The magistrate judge deemed Mr. Mitchell a significant flight risk due to hidden offshore gambling accounts we discovered this morning," Ross replied. "Bail has been denied. He will remain in federal custody pending trial."
I closed my eyes for a brief second, taking a deep, cleansing breath. For four years, I had carried the invisible weight of being branded a criminal by the people who were supposed to love me. Now, the iron bars of justice were closing around the actual perpetrator.
"What about my mother, Evelyn?" I asked Ross.
"Mrs. Mitchell has been named as a co-conspirator in the identity theft scheme," Ross revealed. "She signed several of the fraudulent loan documents as a witness knowing your signature was forged. She will be formally processed by state troopers this afternoon."
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I looked out the high-rise window of the office over the harbor.
"Let the law take its full course," I said.